It's Not About Nutrition

You ever have one of those days where you open the fridge, stare into the abyss, and think… “Okay, what on earth am I gonna throw together now?” That was me last Tuesday. I had leftover rotisserie chicken, a half-used jar of pepperoncini from who-knows-when, and some salami I’d bought on sale because it “felt like a good idea.” My original plan was to make a sandwich — but then I remembered: soggy bread is a crime. So I tossed it all into a bowl instead. Chicken. Salami. Some chopped up peppers. Bit of mayo. A splash of that pepperoncini …

You know those recipes that feel like cheating a little bit because they’re way too good for how easy they are? Yeah. This is one of those. It started with me standing at the fridge in gym shorts, trying to figure out what to do with leftover chicken that wasn’t another boring sandwich or sad salad. I had Greek yogurt, half a cucumber (you know, the one that always rolls to the back), and a handful of herbs from my poor little garden that’s still hanging on for dear life. I tossed everything together in a bowl with a squeeze …

Let me tell you something real quick: I wasn’t always a fan of zucchini. There, I said it. Back in the day, I’d toss it in stir-fries or try to “healthify” a lasagna with it, and it always turned out… meh. But then, one summer, I was staring down a countertop covered in garden zucchini (you know how they multiply when you’re not looking), and I figured — why not give it the scalloped potato treatment? Cheese, cream, a little broil magic… and boom. Total game-changer. Now this Cheesy Scalloped Zucchini is a staple at my house — especially when …

The kind of dessert that hushes a room mid-bite. You ever make something so simple, so quietly perfect, that you surprise even yourself? That was this pie for me. A few summers ago, I brought it to a family reunion—you know, the kind with kids doing cannonballs in the pool, aunts gossiping under patio umbrellas, and at least five crockpots plugged in near the garage. I had just enough time that morning to toss this together and pray it’d chill in time. Well, turns out it stole the show. Folks were skipping over peach cobbler and banana pudding for a …

A saucy, meaty, peppery classic straight from the heart of the Midwest You know those recipes that just stick with you? Not the flashy, Pinterest-perfect ones—but the real, dependable dishes. The ones that show up on your table on a random Tuesday night, or during a snowstorm, or when your cousin unexpectedly brings her new boyfriend to dinner. The ones that feel like a hug without making a big fuss about it. This is one of those recipes. Chicago Spaghetti isn’t fancy. It doesn’t come with shaved truffle or 47-minute YouTube instructions. But what it does have is soul. It’s …

Let me tell you something — the first time I made this dish, I wasn’t expecting anything fancy. It was one of those humid late-July evenings when the last thing you want to do is crank up the oven. I had some cherry tomatoes on the counter, basil growing like wildfire out back, and a box of angel hair that had been hanging around the pantry a little too long. Then I remembered Ina. You know Ina — calm, unbothered, with her signature chambray shirt and that peaceful East Hampton kitchen. I pulled out her Summer Garden Pasta recipe, and …

Let me tell you something right now: if you put a platter of these Italian pinwheels on your table, you better grab one for yourself before the guests show up—because they will be gone. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. More than once. I started making these little roll-ups years ago for my son’s soccer banquet. Back when I was still trying to impress the PTA moms with “something other than brownies.” Turns out, all it took was some salami, cheese, and cream cheese in a tortilla. Go figure. They’ve been part of my appetizer rotation ever since—and for …

I gotta tell you—this dish was born out of desperation and a very empty fridge. It was a rainy Thursday, and I was trying to piece together dinner without running to the store (because let’s be honest, no one wants to wrestle with wet grocery carts and bad parking in the rain). All I had was a couple of heads of cauliflower, half a block of white cheddar, and that faithful ol’ can of evaporated milk that’d been sitting in my pantry since the holidays. Oh, and cream cheese—always cream cheese. So I threw it all together like some kinda …

Years ago, I was in the middle of a late summer cleanup — you know, that awkward stretch when your fridge is mostly condiments, half a bell pepper, and whatever you forgot you bought at the farmer’s market. I was staring down some tired-looking onions and a few peppers, trying to convince myself I didn’t need to order takeout again, when I remembered something. My friend Lucia — raised just outside of Lucca — once made this thing she called scarpaccia. I couldn’t even pronounce it right the first time (I think I said “scarpazza?”), but oh my goodness, the …

A slice of sweet, buttery nostalgia (with cherries on top) I can still hear the rustle of wax paper and Bing Crosby crooning from the radio when I make these cookies. Every December, like clockwork, my mom would pull out her old recipe tin—you know the kind, metal, dented, with a rainbow of handwritten cards inside—and out would come this gem: Ann Roger’s Christmas Cookies. I don’t know who Ann Roger was, not exactly. Maybe a neighbor. Maybe someone from church. But her name was on that little card in my mom’s writing, and year after year, her cookies showed …